Damage
Act like death, when living day,
But in the end it rots away.
Somber silence will come along.
Convinced that you are living right,
But then the daylight turns to night,
Suddenly, I’m in this grave alone.
This world has many walls to climb,
We tumble down and then unwind.
Debris and dust, calamity, falls into my life.
Breathe the air or
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